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My Sister Sam

By: MisterMoose



My baby sister is a whore. Since she lost her virginity, during her senior year of high school, the bitch has been cock crazy and cum drunk. Dick is all she thinks about and I don't mean some wimpy, six inch wannabe. Nope, she likes the big ones, the bigger the better and the more the merrier. Black, white or even extraterrestrial, if it's got a prick she'll fuck it and beg for more.

Hell, I've even seen her do five guys at once, mewing like a kitten for cream as they pumped their thick splooge all over her young face and tits. It was the first time I pimped her out like a whore and she loved it. Now, I sell her hot, fucking body to anyone with the cash, friends, family, strangers, it doesn't matter to her as long as they're hung like stallions. 

My friends say she has the sweetest lips they've ever had wrapped around their dick meat but I already knew that because I'm the one who made her into a slut. That's right, I'm the one who first popped her cherry and taught her the fine art of how to milk a cock, the one who took her from innocent schoolgirl to cum sucking whore. It was the best Christmas of my life.

I was home from college, for the holidays, after a nasty split with my current girlfriend over the directions we would take after graduation in the Spring. Things had been going badly for some time as she was not much into sex and I, your typical male, was all about it. She complained that I was too large so even when we did do it, it usually wasn't much fun. Right before Christmas break she lowered the boom and told me it was over. Horny and rejected, I went home to lick my wounds.

I arrived late that night, my family having, long since, retired for the evening. Creeping up the stairs so as not to disturb them, I passed by my sister's room and noticed light falling through the cracked door. Silently, I peered inside.

Sam was standing at a vanity brushing her hair. I had not seen my baby sister in nearly eight months and what I saw now could have been another woman altogether. Gone was the pudgy little tom girl who used to follow me around the neighborhood and pester me to no end. Gone, as well, were the awkward arms and legs that did not seem to match her frame and the ratty hair, tucked beneath a faded ball cap. The jerky locomotion of youth had been replaced by the fluid grace of womanhood and the gentle glow of her skin seemed to mask a smoldering, new sensuality.

I was astounded by her transformation from childlike innocence to worldly sophistication. My little baby sister had become a woman and a drop dead beautiful one at that. The exotic curve of her breast, dangling like teardrops from her petite build aroused me and I somehow knew that I would not be satisfied until I had her for my own. Unfortunately, I did not realize at that time that I would stop at nothing to have my way.

"Wow, what happened to my baby sister?" I said as I entered the room. She turned from the mirror and shrieked when she saw me, "Hi big brother!"

"You're all grown up."

"Do you like?" She replied, running her hands down her tight, gorgeous body and looking at her reflection. "Built for sin," I said. "I wish." She pouted at the mirror, "all the guys at school are such boys!" I couldn't stand it anymore. 

Quietly, I walked up behind her and folded her into my arms. She melted like butter in my embrace and sighed, softly. "I'm glad you're home." She smelled like an angel and the touch of her long, silky hair on my face fueled my abandon. I took the plunge, cupping one of her tender, young breast in my hand. "Mack!" She broke from my grasp and whirled around. "Have you lost your mind?" She feigned dismay but I could also detect a faint hint of curiosity in her frown.

"I'm sorry. Didn't that feel good?" I inquired as innocently as possible. She softened and pushed me playfully in the chest. "You're my brother, silly. We can't be doing that...it's not right." I pressed on. "But you did like it?"

"You surprised me...that's all," she said, turning back to the mirror. I was losing control, my desire, an untamed animal screaming for the release that only her tender, soft body could provide. 

I touched her again. Her nipples were erect, pressing expectantly against the white silk of her nightgown. "I want you...now," I cooed in her ear, pressing my cock into the warm flesh of her beautiful ass. She did not pull away. "You should stop," she whispered. Her breathing was heavy, labored, her skin flushed. I slid my hand into her panties and found the soft, silky ringlets of public hair covering her mound. I wanted her, my baby sister, and at that moment: I would have done anything to have her. "It's wrong," she said as I took her by the arm and pulled her toward the bed. When she resisted, I finally snapped, backhanding her across the mouth. She fell to the floor and a faint trickle of blood appeared on the corner of her lip. "You son of a bitch!" She spat, "get your fucking hands off me!" I ripped her nightgown from her shoulders and her plump, round tits fell free. My cock was about to explode. "Don't be a prick tease...you know you want it," I replied, unfastening my pants and pulling out my huge prick.

I saw the look of fear in her eyes. "No Mack, don't," she pleaded as she crawled toward the door. I walked up behind her and grabbed a handful of her glistening hair, pulling her soft, warm lips to my raging hard on. "Suck it you cunt!" I slapped the bulbous head on her face again and again while tears streamed from her eyes. "I'm your sister!" She screamed. I could not stop. She turned her head and I jerked back on her hair again. "Stick out your tongue." 

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and I shoved the massive head of my dick down her throat. I watched the entire length of my shaft disappear and nearly came. The soft, moist suction of her lips milking the splooge from my pulsating meat drove me into a frenzy and I fucked her face like she was a whore, pumping my cock violently in her mouth. I grabbed her tits and mauled them in my hands, twisting the nipples until she squealed in delight.

It was then that I noticed her hand between her legs, rapidly rubbing her clit. It looked like she was about to cum herself. Delighted, I pulled my meat from her mouth. "You like sucking brother's meat?" She cupped my balls in her hand and flickered her tongue around the helmeted head of my prick. "Give it to me," she begged. "You want to be brother's whore?" I said while I buried my cock to my balls in her mouth and left it there. She moaned in pleasure and drug the tips of her fingernails across my nuts. 

I was ready to explode on her face as she took my meat in her hands and pumped the head in and out of her hot, fucking mouth. Her fat tits were bobbling back and forth while she stroked my prick and begged me to cum. "Feed me," she mewed and I felt the splooge rise from my balls. "Oh my God...you fucking whore...eat my dick!" I cried as my cock erupted and thick, sticky streams of sperm splattered her face and tits. 

Each spasm shot out another hot load of cum and she lapped it up eagerly with her wet, hungry mouth. I had never shot that much nor had an orgasm that felt so good and I didn't want it to end. My balls were drained yet she milked me for more, stroking, pumping and sucking my limp meat for the last drops of gooey sperm. And, when suddenly a violent shudder racked her body, I knew that she had cum too and I smiled. It had been too easy.

"Your boyfriend must love when you do that," I remarked as I rubbed my soft cock across her hard nipples and slipped a finger into her dripping snatch. "You're the first big brother," she moaned as her body yielded to my touch and my cock began to rise. "What..." I was stunned. "Surprised?" She asked, while she climbed onto the bed and lay down, spreading her legs in erotic invitation. "But...how did you learn to..."

"Porn flicks," she laughed, "I like to watch porno's. Now come here and give me that monster meat." 

That marked the beginning of Sam's induction into the cult of cock worship, the first bold steps from schoolgirl to slut, sister to whore. I fucked her like a dog, like some stray bitch I'd found wandering the streets. She did whatever I commanded, whatever I desired. Nothing was too perverse, too kinky, for her insatiable need. The more I demanded, the more she gave, her exploits, legendary.

Our home became a temple of debauchery and lust, drawing all who entered into the turbulent vortex of hedonistic pleasure and unencumbered passion. And I, the whore master, directed the show.

My Sister Sarah's Big Butt Ch. 01



My 30 year old sister Sarah's asshole had a faint odor that smelled of banana scented lotion and musk from daily sweating. The scent of her rectum made my cock even harder. I pressed my nose into the opening of her asshole. She moaned and grunted softly as she pushed her butt against my face. Her sweet butt cheeks rested softly against my face. I was so hard I could have busted a nut all over the floor without even touching myself.

I began running my tongue up and down the sphincter of her anus. The taste matched her aforementioned odor. I even licked her ass crack. This is what I had wanted for so long: my older sister Sarah's ass. I wanted to devour it; I wanted to feast on it. I wanted to literally fuck the shit out of her.

I placed the head of my cock against the entrance of her asshole, barely tipping the hole that I had just sniffed and licked like a lollipop. She reached behind her with her right hand, as she was lying on her left side, and spread her right butt cheek outwards, allowing her beautiful asshole to spread apart for my hungry cock. I slowly pushed in. The base of my cock was now inside her; she let out a soft "coo" of a moan as she gently backed her ass up against me in small increments.

Sarah's asshole was warm and soothing; I just wanted to fall asleep bundled up with her, with my cock inside her anus.

I...I...I woke up. It was a dream. The fast sequences, the quick details, the smell, the warmth -- it was all a façade fabricated by my subconscious mind during sleep. I had thousands of intimate dreams about Sarah in the past, but nothing was as realistic as the one I'd just dreamt. Maybe it was the melatonin I'd taken before sleeping.

I have wanted her ass for as long as I could remember. I take sneak peaks at her body all the time. The way her ass always sways back and forth, it mesmerizes my mind. Every girl I've dated, no matter how infatuated I became with their asses, my sister Sarah's booty is preeminent.

I closed my eyes and began to think... what if I really, really, really tried to buttfuck my sister? She's 30 years old, almost 31, and has been single for five months after getting out of an eight year relationship. She's works all the time and rarely ever gives herself any breaks.

I want to buttfuck her, and the odds are stacked against me given the circumstances. She works a horde of hours per week and so do I. The one thing we have going for us is that we are really close, so how can I get inside her dirty, forbidden hole? If there's a will, there's a way.

I knew that if I wanted to have sex with her, specifically anal sex, I would have to go to great lengths to do it. I would, at the very least, have to get even closer to her. I'd have to become more physical in my advancements (more hugging, more of me kissing her on the cheeks, the ones on her face that is).

How? I ruminated through my brain and sifted through the memories of my life. I instantly remembered the fact that she's a hard sleeper, the fact that she used to playfully sit on my lap and the fact that she's always been a touchy/feely kind of sibling, something that I could finally use to my advantage.

Having anal sex with my sister Sarah was not an obsession -- it was a strong desire. She's been down about her age over the past couple of years, complaining that her body has failed her. I strongly disagree, and I want to show her when I'm deep inside her rectum. I want her to know how sexy she is without creeping her out by expressing my love for her body and my want to make love to her rear end.

This will be the ultimate challenge, but I have always been about challenging myself, whether it's in my personal life or it's my career. I'm determined to find a way to have sex with my sister. This is my journey on the way to transforming the relationship I have with Sarah. I'm determined and I'm more than ready to get a crack at her. If I can't, then I fail. If I can, then I'll be rewarded with what I want.

To be continued... 



My Sister Saved My Life



I spent an interesting weekend at Cal-Gen, a genetic research wing of Pacific Tech University. I've been considering going to college for science, and it seemed like a perfect school to check out first. It's the school where my older sister Bethany got her doctorate in biochemistry. She has a good research job there, and offered to let me stay the weekend and check out the labs. I really had no idea what kind of work she was doing, but wanted to learn anything about the field of science. To just glimpse the lifestyle of research in general. 

"I'm doing neuro-endocrine research. It's technical." was Beth's boiler-plate explanation over the phone. That's the exact term she uses whenever mom or dad ask her what she's up to. 

"It has to do with developing molecules that promote the serotonin and dopamine pathways responsible for enhanced endocrine response..."

Mom and dad had long since given up trying to understand. They just sigh and ask hopelessly if she ever plans get married. She was 36 and eternally single. I wondered about her research, though. It always seemed to me that she was brushing them off. I was secretly eager to discover what she was doing for myself...

As it turned out, I made ALL SORTS of discoveries for myself!

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"Actually, it's sex-enhancing bio-chem research." Bethany confided in me over Chinese take-out. "Don't tell mom!"

"Sex-enhancing bio-chem?" I had asked, trying to hide my amusement. Our parents had given us both a strict born-again upbringing, and her career in science had been contentious enough. The fact that she was using science to enhance SEX was fiendishly delicious! 

"Medications. You know? Pills, creams, gels... you've heard of 'Viagra'? Viagra was last century... It turns out there's a whole new set of 'pleasure pathways' in the brain that we're only just beginning to understand. My department has been able to follow one of them using carefully placed genetic markers and functional MRI scanning in the laboratory..."

"So... interesting!" was all I could say.

"It is. Well, it has its moments. There's a lot of money in sex pharmacology. I'm working with Dr. Spauldler... you've met Jenna? She graduated with me? Our project just got a four-MILLION dollar grant from two of the big-boys in pharm." 

My jaw nearly dropped... I was dumbfounded, intrigued, and enthralled... my born-again parents would DIE if they knew their daughter was doing SCIENTIFIC research on SEX for MONEY! Kind of kinky, actually. She had every reason to keep it a secret from them. 

I tried to re-cap my newfound knowledge of my sister's work: "So, when you say you are developing 'molecules that promote the serotonin and dopamine pathways responsible for enhanced endocrine response', you are actually talking about..."

"...an amazing gel that gives you orgasms like you can't BELIEVE!!" she cut me off with a flourish of genuine excitement!

We laughed over it, and turned the conversation to the parents, to schools, to my dating life etc. (Parents are fine. I'm glad to be done with high-school. I have no girlfriend...) I told her I was excited for the lab tour in the morning, and we decided to make an early night of it. 

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"Just push all that shit off the bed!" Bethany called up the stairs to the guest room where I stood. There were boxes, tubs, folders full of research papers... I was clearing it all away when I discovered a stack of maybe ten additions of Penthouse magazine, each labeled with a library bar-code.

"Sorry!" She said, reaching the top of the stairs. "I tend to bring my work home with me..." 

She saw me glance at the stack of magazines and raised an eyebrow. "Don't get any naughty ideas, young man!" 

I laughed and shook my head in amusement. Nudie mags were nothing new to me... I mean, what guy hasn't kept a few hidden around since he was about 13? I was 18 and fully versed, I thought at the time. 

"...But if you DO have ideas..." she said, rummaging in a plastic case from the floor, "I highly recommend you warm up with this... I'll say nothing more." She handed me a miniature plastic squeeze tube, and walked out. She smiled back at me over her shoulder for an instant, then casually closed my door..

What the fuck?! I turned the tube over and over in my hand. It bore only the numbers 713 on the back. 'Warm up?' Was I getting this right? Did my sister really just give me lube and tell me to jerk off? I stripped and slid into bed amongst a stack of select, research-grade pornography. It had been a month since I broke up with Kimberly, and almost two months since I'd had sex. Needless to say, I did feel a little desperate! 

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10:30PM. I couldn't fall asleep.

I switched on the lamp. I decided to read. My college-entrance-exam prep-guide, however, did not hold my interest for long. My eyes immediately began to wander over the array of bare breasts and wet, open mouths spread across the magazine covers that lay around me. 

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11:56PM. I was still not sleeping. I'd jerked off to a picture of a busty blond coed who'd apparently found a setting on her vibrator that made her squirt. 

Just when I was drifting off to sleep, I heard the front door of Bethany's apartment close... someone had come over... I heard Bethany shushing him, and heard the tone of his deep voice. I couldn't hear anything they said, but their conversation eventually lead to the bedroom... now I was lying awake in the dark feeling perverted and horny! There was a tell-tale mattress squeak from Beth's room below. I could hear deep his moans, and her higher whimpers... 

I wanted to die when I realized I had a fresh erection from listening to my sister getting fucked!

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12:25 They had both cum. They had wailed and moaned and called each others' names, and had shouted 'OH FUCK!" a couple of times. They were quiet now. They had obviously had quite a good time.

I was still awake.

My cock.... was still awake!

I switched on the lamp and rummaged through the magazines. I flipped back and forth with distracted impatience, finally settling on a spread of two Brazilian models French-kissing each other between the legs... I stroked myself until I was starting to feel a bit chafed... 

That's when I remembered the tube of 'lube' Bethany had handed me. I twisted the tip of the cap off, squirted some liberally onto my palm, and went back to it... It was slippery but warm... it tingled a little, but not like any sort of lube I'd tried... it did feel nice and slippery when I rubbed it over my engorged cock, and stroked it over and around my nuts. ... My my my!... she sure DOES like a hot tongue licking her clit! I came solidly in my boxers, took them off, and fell asleep. ...

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12:50AM "OH FUCK! OH JESUS!" I jolted from sleep... My heart was pounding, my breath came in shallow bursts... I switched on the lamp. I had just JIZZED myself in my sleep! The orgasm had awakened me. My limp cock lay in a fresh puddle of cum on my stomach... what the fuck? I'm getting a little old for 'wet dreams' I thought, switching off the lamp. I drifted back to sleep in seconds.

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1:25AM "Oh.... OHHHHH!" I was gasping to myself... I had awakened a few minutes earlier... I had had this bizarre tickling sexy feeling...I can only describe it as pure sexual-tension; like the feeling I had when I was following my friend's sister Leslie up the stairs to her bedroom! It was just like that: The feeling of watching her hips sway, seeing her tight hourglass body leading me... it was a delicious buzzing feeling of tension, like when you KNOW you're about to FUCK your best friend's HOT older sister!

I'd awakened to the feeling, and just lay there in the dark... the tickling feeling was in my chest, in my groin, in my arms... in my WHOLE BODY! It was getting progressively stronger... my dick, which had been limp just seconds ago, was again ROCK HARD and I had this sneaking suspicion that an orgasm was building...

"...oh... OH!" I gasped, gripping my cock with both hands. What was happening to me? Suddenly, without any further warning, my pelvis just SEIZED up, and I felt the most SATISFYING pumps of white-hot cum spray the sheets around me... 

"Oh SHIT!" I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head.

'Fuck, that was good!' I remembered thinking to myself, as I drifted back to sleep...

In my dream, I was taking the college entrance exam. I turned to look beside me, and saw this unbelievably foxy blond girl. At once, she was sitting in her desk wearing only a tight black thong bikini... then as if by magic, I was behind her, staring at the little dimples above the cheeks of her ass, gripping her waist, fucking her like a bitch! My humping action made her cheeks jostle... my hands slid up her sweaty sides and cupped the hard points of her nipples... ...light shone down the tight line of her arched back... a tiny tattoo on her shoulder bore the numbers 713... all at once, I was on fire! (In a good way!) I turned my head to the sky and felt myself pumping harder and harder...

"OHhhhhhhhhh......" A streamer of my own cum landed squarely across my face! I groped for the lamp switch, feeling yet another orgasm emerge..

"OH MYGOD!!" 

The spasm seized me all at once. It was as if I had come for the first time... AGAIN! My balls.. my cock.. my whole body.. everything felt GREAT! I wasn't even tired! I wasn't exhausted in... in the...

"OH-SWEET-MOTHER-OF-MERCY!" I choked out, arching my back and letting fly with my seed! Three times.. no! Four! I literally had tears of joy in the corners of my eyes!

I lay on my back with the lamp on... all I remember thinking was "Holy-Shit was that one ever GOOD!" My dick was miraculously erect again and felt tighter than ever.... it looked somehow bigger, more powerful... its purple mushroom head dripping again slightly from the tip... And then my mind flooded in with the most intense erotic thoughts I had ever dreamed of: ...

My mom's Yoga trainer, kneeling on a purple foam mat, just utterly deep-throating my cock...

"PLEASE! OH YESSS!!!" (I came to the most vivid image of shooting my load on her face!)

...

Suddenly, my friend Jake's girlfriend was riding me like a bucking pony, her huge black tits bouncing in my face... (I came again, this time harder than before; I swear I could feel my hands gripping her ass!)

"OH! YESSS!! AAaah!!"

...

I was in a harem of naked oiled-up cheerleaders on a wrestling-matt... a blond girl with crystal blue eyes was licking my balls... round and round and round and... a brunette with amazing hips and tight breasts was dong the splits over me, her legs pushed impossibly open... my dick slid in.. I had never felt such tight slippery heat!

"Oh GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK!! FUUUUUUCK!!" I was gasping for air... I couldn't breathe... I didn't care! Three fresh orgasms wracked my body in rapid succession...

...

"Eric? Eric! Are you ok?!" Bethany burst in, wearing a robe. Her boyfriend came in behind her, wearing only a lab coat.

"Bethany! What's happening... to... to...." I writhed again, and launched a squirt of cum into the air before both of them!

"Better let me have a look." Her boyfriend said, pulling a medical flashlight from his lab coat pocket. He lifted my eyelid and had me follow his finger with my eyes... 

"..oh my GOD!!" My eyes rolled back in my head... I collapsed back onto the bed writhing from the best orgasm of the night.. so far! It was seriously like having the world's most satisfying orgasm happen to you over and over and over... Only now imagine having it over and over inside of the most shockingly HOT girls imaginable! ONE AFTER ANOTHER AFTER ANOTHER! "Oh..PLEASE!! YES!!" The girl with the blue eyes was back in my mind, in my lap, riding my dick without mercy... 

...

"What did he have?" Asked Beth's boyfriend, in a collected clinical voice.

"It was 718. What we always use. I gave him a sample to try." Was her clinical response. 

I heard very little of what they were saying... I just lay on my back and stared in awe.. it was as if the ceiling had opened up like the heavens, and my body was being drawn upward into what looked like an enormous inter-galactic vagina!

"It's not... this tube says 713..." "713! NO! Oh NO! Shit!.. unstable!" "I'll call Dr. Spauldler..."

"No.. no time!" was my sister's response. "He's going into shock!" "What do you suggest, doctor?" the man asked, "We don't have many options!"

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Now, I said I don't remember much... Despite the sensation that I was being swallowed by some enormous vagina of energy, and despite the over-flowing thoughts of raw carnal delight, I DO remember a few things:

I recall that my sister's beaver was shaved to a perfect blond landing strip... I recall her long silky legs climbing over me... her robe being open -her nipples peeking out! I recall when she placed her hands on my sweat-drenched shoulders... I recall the moment of sinuous slippery heat when she lowered herself onto me... my cock buried to the hilt between her legs... the fur of my bush tangling with hers... 

Her boyfriend (Dr. Barrenger) shone a light in my eye and listened to my heart with his stethoscope as she pushed again and again with her pelvis. "We're loosing him, Beth! You'll have to go harder..." I recall Bethany's body pumping up and down on me... wetness... heat... he pulled her robe off her shoulders, her naked body drenched in sweat.

"Stay with me Eric! It's going to be alright..." She clasped my hands to her fulsome breasts, arched her spine back, and just bounced and bounced on me!

That seemed to do it: Within thirty seconds, all the tension in my body had focused itself on my sister... her devilishly sexual form... my hands sliding over every inch of her slippery body...I shot the biggest (and most satisfying) load of my life directly up my sister's CUNT! I passed out, buried deep in her, gazing into her hazel eyes...

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My eyes opened, and my blurry vision gradually dialed into focus. I felt dizzy, disoriented, weak... where was I? A woman of about 35 with fine dark features and long black hair leaned close with a flashlight.

"Eric, can you hear me? I'm Dr. Jenn Spauldler. I work with your sister. Remember me?" She was beautiful...classical and mysterious somehow. 

My head gradually cleared. "...what had happened?"

"You're in the University medical hospital. I'll be in charge of your recovery. You should be out of here in a few days. You're going to be just fine."

"Recovery?" I gasped... then it all came back to me... right up to the moment that I was fucking my sister with her boyfriend watching... "I... Bethany... she.. we..."

"In another minute, you would have slipped into a coma." Explained Dr. Spauldler. "Even if we could have awakened you, you would have been sex-addicted for life... Your sister gave you 713. It was a prototype sexual stimulant that we found to be... too effective. It amplifies male sexual response, and is only neutralized by female hormonal signals. Hormones only released by a woman's vagina during sexual intercourse. Your sister saved your life."

I turned my head to see Bethany. She rushed up and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"Thank God you're ok! You're in good hands with Jenn. Trust me." Bethany gazed in my eyes with motherly affection. 

"Oh, god!" I moaned. "Don't tell mom!"

"Just do whatever Jenn says, and you'll be fine in a few days."

I looked back at Dr. Spaulder. She had the same motherly look in her eyes- caring, but not telling the entire truth. I obviously didn't know something...

"What do I need to do?" I asked, puzzled. "What's wrong with me, if I need treatment to recover?"

Dr. Spaulder spoke with assurance, "Not to worry. Our research department has dealt with this problem before. The term for your diagnosis is "Induced Sexual Response Dependency" or ISRD. Right now, your brain is sex-addicted. To quit 'cold-turkey' would be psychologically dangerous. Not to worry though. We have developed a very successful treatment regimen..."

Dr. Jenn opened a side door of the exam room, and four extremely attractive nurses entered, wearing blue scrubs. Not one of them looked a day over 19!

"My interns..." explained Jenn, "...will be providing you with a carefully timed regimen of sexual release. They will work around the clock over the next 48 hours, gradually reducing the frequency of stimulation until your body has weaned itself."

"...frequency of.. stimulation? Sexual release? Wha...?" I stammered, not quite grasping what this doctor was telling me.

Bethany ruffed up my hair. I was her sheepish kid-brother again. "Don't worry, kiddo! I won't tell mom." 

With that, she and Dr. Jenn exited through the first door. The heavy door closed and sealed with a metalic 'CLICK'. I looked up at the four girls, who were intently watching me. One girls' watch started beeping.

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Veronika Talbert, 24 year old research intern, silenced her beeping wristwatch and gracefully stepped close to my bed. With a smile, she gently lifted the front of my clean white hospital gown... 

"Relax" she said, "A few BLOWJOBS never hurt anybody!"



My Sister Shares My Secret



I have been fascinated and excited by women's stocking feet for as long as I can remember. The first time I was consciously aware of this was as we sat around a large circular table in the school library, and the teacher read to us.

She would dangle her shoe from her stocking foot, and as everyone else focused on her words, I would focus on her foot. 

I was ready to move mountains and rivers to get a seat near to her so that I could extend my leg and lift the shoe off her toes and let it fall to the floor. I would then peek under the table and watch as she searched around with her stocking foot to retrieve the fallen shoe.

Sometimes I would miss her shoe and touch the sole of her foot with my shoe and that would scare the hell out of me, but it felt so nice! If I had the same opportunity today, I would slip off my own shoe and play "footsie" with her, but that concept was a little beyond me at the time. 

I would do that several times throughout the reading sessions and as I think back, she must have enjoyed our little game because she never mentioned anything to anyone or asked anyone to stop it! I'm sure she knew it was I, because she had to know from which direction the mysterious foot was coming.

That was the earliest memory of my lust for stocking feet. Somewhere along the way my Sister, Michele, discovered my secret fetish. We had finished Sunday dinner and our parents retired to the living room leaving my sister and I to clean up the dishes, etc. Back in those days the women (and girls) always wore stockings on Sunday. 

Michele was nineteen and I was eighteen. Our kitchen served as a dining room as well. After dinner I would remove the side chairs and put them against the wall, allowing easy access between the table and appliances. Michele sat at the end of the table. She was always a slow eater and lingered at the table picking at this or that and finishing the leftover salad. I sat in a chair against the wall waiting for her to finish so we could get started with the dishes. 

She tipped her chair back against a counter and let her flat shoes dangle from her toes and then slip off as she gently swung her stocking feet. My eyes were riveted to that beautiful sight. I could tell she was looking at me, but I could not tear my eyes away. Neither of us said a word. Then she let her chair down and slipped her shoes back on, got up, pushed her chair in and hoisted herself up on the counter. 

Then, she slid off the counter, and as she did so, she held herself up by her hands and, poised in this position she let her shoes fall off her feet again and she stiffened her legs and feet and shook all over. Her breathing became very hard and ragged. All the while she was looking at me and again I could not tear my eyes away from her stocking feet. I knew what she was doing, I knew she was going to orgasm because she must have witnessed me doing the same thing! I couldn't contain myself any longer. I unzipped my fly, pulled out my dick, dropped to my knees, put my face as close to her stocking feet as I could get and we both came at the same time. That was the most mind-blowing orgasm I ever had.

That was just the beginning of a long and lustful relationship between my sister and I.

When we had a chance to be alone in the house again we talked about our experience. As I explained to her, ever since I can remember, I was able to suspend myself from the floor, let my shoes fall off and stiffen and shake until I had an orgasm. 

Of course I wasn't able to cum until I was about twelve, but the feeling was the same. She said she did the same thing, and got excited when she saw me doing it in the cellar. Then she asked me if I ever did it with stockings on, and I said no, being a guy it just never occurred to me to wear stockings. She said it was wonderful to feel the air go through the thin material and she would rub her silken feet together as she did it.

The next time we were alone in the house, she produced a garter belt and a pair of stockings for me to put on. We went down to the kitchen and suspended our selves side by side from the counter and did the "shake" together. It was fantastic!

We both agreed it was better than sex but, of course, sex was inevitable! Our parents had to go to a convention out of town leaving Michele and me alone for the weekend.

I had a part time job after school and Michele had a full time job since she was already out of school. When I came home on Friday night Michele was in her room with the door closed so I knocked on it and told her I was going to take a shower.

She said, "OK, come into my room when you get done."

I went into my room and shucked off my clothes and went into the bathroom to shower and shave. In the bathroom I found a package of stockings and a garter belt on the vanity. It looked like Michele already had plans for us. I became very aroused at the thought of fucking my sexy sister in her stockings and could hardly wait to get into her room. 

After my shower I slipped on the garter belt and stockings and knocked on her door. She softly told me to come in. She was lying on the bed donned in only her garter belt and stockings. She had lit several candles and the candle- light reflected the silken sheen of her stockings. 

I was shaking like a leaf, I don't know if it was from nervousness or lust. The whole vision before me was mind blowing. I wanted to ravish her beautiful breasts and slide my hands and tongue all over her hosed legs and feet and suck on her lovely pussy all at the same time. I told her, "I don't know where to start."

She laughed and said, "Well, I know how much you love stocking feet, so why don't you start there?" And so I did. I knelt at the foot of the bed and lifted her legs straight up in the air and placed my face on the soles of her feet and ran my hands up and down her silken legs. 

When I couldn't take any more of this I slid my face down her nyloned, legs put my mouth over her whole pussy. As I sucked and licked her pussy I reached up and massaged and squeezed her breasts. I lapped and sucked and felt I just couldn't get enough of her and I just wanted to devour all of her at once. All the while she was rubbing her stocking feet together behind my head and the sound was just driving me wild. 

I had to get in her before I lost my load on the bed. So I scooted up to her and placed my hard cock at her entrance and slowly entered her, being very gentle. She engulfed my mouth with her own and our tongues duelled and she moaned and squealed and humped up against me in the throws of passion. We both exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm and as our passions subsided Michele said, "This is almost as good as the shake." 

I laughed and said, "It's to bad we couldn't fuck while doing the shake."

I could see that she was lost in a thought when she said, "Hmm, we'll have to see what we can do about that."

The next day we both went to work. We met at a diner after work so we wouldn't have to cook and do dishes. When we got home we both showered, and dressed in our "preferred attire!"

Michele slipped her slippers on and said, "Let's go down to the kitchen," So, we did. Then she said, "It's so much better when you watch me." Then she hopped up on the counter, letting her slippers fall off and watching me as she did. As she started to shake she said, "Stick your finger in me." Which I did, and she stiffened and shook as I slipped my finger in and out of her cunt. 

She moaned out loud and then I bent down and sucked on her clit and she moaned louder; "Oh...Oh... Oh...!" she cried as she came. This was the "big bang" of orgasms as she shook and screamed. I was worried the neighbours might hear. She was so exhausted she could only lay back on the counter as I sucked all of her juices I could devour.

"Oh god Tim, that was unbelievable. Let me rest a while and then I'll do you. Which she did; I hopped up on the counter and started to shake. My dick was already hard just from looking at her in her stockings. Then she knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth and sucked on me while I shook. It was the most incredible feeling I have ever experienced. Autoerotic sex could not have been better than this!

We picked up our slippers and went up to her bedroom and lay down in each other's arms and took a nap. I awoke a few hours later with a raging hard on. Michele was still asleep but I just couldn't help myself; I just had to suck on her lovely tits. It was really the only part of her body that I hadn't administered to and I didn't want to miss that. Her nipples seemed to grow in my mouth and she moaned and wrapped her arms around my head as she awoke. 

"It feels like you're glad to see Me." she whispered. 

"Oh, I am." I said "And feel you, and taste you. Are you ready for me?" I asked. 

"Oh I'm ready." she said, "I was dreaming about us when I awoke, I'm already wet." 

"Lovely." I said, as I slid on top of her. She lifted her knees and I slipped inside her as she clenched her stocking clad legs around me and squeezed me to her. As we fucked she rapidly brushed the soles of her stocking feet together, she loved to do that and she knew I loved it too! I couldn't stop coming and she just kept bucking and bucking until I started getting soft; and we just lay together like that as we kissed and kissed and scooted into a comfortable position and kissed some more, and then we fell asleep again.

The rest of the weekend we just fucked and fucked and shook and brought each other off. After our parents came home it was very difficult to get together again. Occasionally Michele would sneak into my room during the night and suck me off and I would sneak into her room and eat her out, but we decided sex would be too noisy and risky. She always wore stockings for me and was always dipping or dangling her shoes.

We didn't know where this was going, but neither of us wanted it to end. We talked about going to school together after I graduated. Michele had taken a year off after she graduated to earn some extra money toward college. We thought about getting an apartment together to share expenses and keep each other "safe". Our parents seemed to relish the idea when we discussed it with them. Michele and I just smiled at each other as she rubbed my leg with her stocking foot under the table!



My Sister Sharon



I lay in bed sleeping. The first thing I knew was there was someone crawling into bed with me. My first thought was it was Lucy, my girlfriend, and of course I was over-joyed at her sudden change of heart. She moved under the sheets, slid her leg over me and moved on top of me. I could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on her breath. I whispered “Hey,” and she quieted me, her finger on my lips. Then she ran her hand over my clothes down to my crotch. My cock sprung to attention.

“Just let me,” she whispered.

It was not Lucy. I knew the voice, but as she pushed down my shorts with one hand and cradled my cock with the other, I could not bring myself to protest. It was my sister, Sharon. “I am gonna fuck your brains out.” She crooned, and moved her crotch over mine. She was already naked. I felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy on my throbbing meat.

“Sharon,” Part of me wanted to kill the other part of me for stopping what was happening. “Wait.” My cock in her hand, she nestled my glans in between her wet slick cunt lips.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I haven’t missed any pills.” And with that she pushed herself down onto me and me into her. Her pussy felt like paradise, tight and slick, and I could feel her vaginal muscles clenching around my cock. I lost my ability to reason, much less object. What was happening did not even feel real. I doubted my sanity, thinking, pretending that I was only losing myself in one of my masturbatory fantasies.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back, her breasts jutting out - beautiful in silhouette. “Oh, fuck” I moaned. This was real. This was so real.

“Michael, fuck, Michael, you feelso, mmm, fucking good”

She thought I was Michael.

I wanted to let her know it was me, it wasn’t her boyfriend. I wanted to groan Lucy’s name so she would know something wasn’t right. I wanted to push her off me, pull my cock from her hot love box, my sister’s pussy, squeezing milking my cock, I wanted to but I couldn’t. Just one more minute, I thought to myself. Just a little bit longer, I can stop it at any time.

I began to make little thrusts up, meeting her thrusting pelvis with my own. I angled myself for deepest penetration. I felt my cock nudge the back of her vagina. She instantly reacted, surprised, and became a bit more tentative. By her reaction I’m sure Michael had never gotten that deep before. She paused for a minute, and in the darkness, I almost thought she was staring at me, deciphering the lines of my face. I thrust up into her, came down controlled, then thrust again. She groaned with each thrust, the flash of doubt disappeared and she began to rock her hips in pleasure. The dim light coming through my window gave a faint orange glow to my sister’s beautiful body. Her breasts were perfect, even better than I imagined. She closed her eyes, her back arched as she thrust her hips forward and back, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

This seemed so wrong I was almost in disbelief it was real. But I decided what the fuck, I would enjoy it as long as I could, and just claim I thought Sharon was Lucy if she came to her senses. I began to thrust upwards, matching the lust-crazed movements of her hips. My eyes were watching her silhouette, my mind was remembering all those times in recent years, growing up, seeing her in her bathing suits and locking myself in my room and jacking my cock, imagining she was naked with my cock driving deep inside her until I would cum all over my hands and stomach. And now here I was, by accident, by her drunken misperception, with her taboo cunt gripping my cock, her hips rocking back and forth, up and down. I was fucking my sister.

She leaned forward and down, her cheek next to mine while my cock slipped in and out of her wet cunt. She was grunting, suppressing moans I’m sure Michael was very used to. Her eyes were closed tight and she was meeting my thrusts, our hips moving rapidly in sexual ecstasy. Her large breasts were flattened against my chest. She moved her head slightly and began to kiss me, her tongue thrusting in my mouth. Kissing my sister was something I could never have imagined and it was so damn sexy I had to fight not to cum right there. Her hips moved faster and faster and she broke the kiss, burying her head in between my head and shoulder. She began to get louder, ‘oh god, oh, god, fuck!’

My eyes looked to the hotel room door. I was sharing a room with Michael. My sister was sharing with Lucy, next door. I suddenly realized I had no idea where either of them were, and either or both could show up at any minute.

‘Oh fuck!’ Sharon moaned loudly. Then whispered ‘Are you ready to cum?’ I hesitated, my brain scrambling with objections. ‘I want you to cum with me’ she whimpered.

‘Yes’ I whispered back. She began to move her hips violently, and I could literally feel her pussy squeezing my cock. She was having an orgasm and I could not hold back, witnessing that, feeling that. Her body began to convulse and I felt the cum rising in my shaft. My brain flashed ‘pull out! pull out!’ But even had I tried I know I couldn’t have moved her off of me, and I did not care (that is the moment when a man cares least) as my ecstasy rose to heights beyond consciousness and with a clenching of my buttocks I thrust up and deep inside her and a rich jet of cum exploded out of my cock. My body was caught in spasms and I couldn’t see or hear anything, just felt that forbidden pussy squeezing me, milking my cock. She was squeezing me with her cunt, her legs spread wide as she ground down onto me.

We collapsed together. Time oozed by, my sister lying on top of me, our breathing matched, my cock softening in the warm and wet embrace of her cunt. I suddenly realized I didn’t know how long we’d been lying like that: minutes? An hour? Reality came rushing back to me and panic set in as I had no idea what to do next. I knew I had to get one of us out of there. She began to drift off and I thanked my lucky stars. Whispering soothing words to her, telling her I (Michael) would be right back, I covered her with the blanket and, throwing on some clothes, slipped out of the room. I shut the door behind me and looked down the hall. No one. I thought of my sister in my room, lying there with my cum in her pussy. Then I slipped off, hoping no one would see me.

I found myself at the hotel bar and lounge and slipped into one of the dimly lit booths. My mind was racing, literally, trying to comprehend what I had just done, the taboo I had just broken. I had always been honest with Lucy, totally honest, and it felt so good. Now there was something I could never tell. Her, or anyone. The cocktail waitress came by and asked me what I wanted. ‘To disappear,’ I said. She just looked at me for a second, then told me she could come back if I liked. Jack Daniels. On the rocks. I wasn’t much of a liquor drinker, but at this moment I would be.

We were on a family vacation and tonight we were at a Holiday Inn in Ft. Lauderdale. My parents had a room, I had a room with Michael, Sharon’s boyfriend, and Lucy shared a room with Sharon. And we had a week left, which I was sure would be miserable after what had just happened. Fuck! I thought, I had just fucked my older sister and cum in her! And I had to spend the rest of the week with her, knowing what had happened. The waitress brought the drink and I told her to bring another. As she turned back to the bar I drained the glass in one gulp, scowling after I swallowed. I wasn’t happy, yet my cock was getting hard again just thinking about what I did. Fuck.

I didn’t know where everyone else was. Michael, Sharon, Lucy and I had gone to a club, but I was kind of bored so Lucy and I came back early. My parents had gone out who knows where and were down at the beach at night when we came back. I went to my room, irritated and tired. And that’s where I was, in bed, when Sharon crawled in horny. When the waitress brought the other JD I gave her a ten and walked out with the plastic cup to the beach. I saw some people there on lawn chairs, and as I got closer I saw it was who I thought it’d be. Michael was there talking to my parents. Lucy was nowhere to be seen, gone to bed already. I’d tried to get her to fuck earlier but she wouldn’t, saying Sharon and Michael might come in, or my parents might come looking for us. Michael smiled as I walked up. My parents really like him. He was handsome, well mannered, already accepted to law school. I talked to them for a bit, saying I’d woken up, restless. After a minute I excused myself, saying I was tired. Michael said he’d be going to bed soon, too. I didn’t want to go back to my room, and was trying to think of an alibi, so I went to Sharon and Lucy’s room, which was right next door to mine. Lucy was awake.

‘Where have you been?’ She asked. I told her I couldn’t sleep and went to the lounge and then down to talk to my parents. ‘I know you might be weird about this’ she said quietly, a nervous energy to her voice, ‘but you won’t believe what I just heard.’

My heart thudded. ‘What?’

‘Well I was trying to go to sleep and started hearing something coming from your room.’ She hesitated. ‘For a second I wondered if it was you, but... then I realized what it was.’

‘What?’ I was curious and worried to know what she thought.

‘It was Sharon... you know. I went out into the hall and went to the door, because at first I thought you’d picked up another girl,’ she laughed. ‘I know that’s stupid, but... it was Sharon and Michael, you know, having sex.’

I raised my eyebrows and laughed, ‘No!’ I felt sick to my stomach.

‘God, she was so loud! I mean, I recognized her voice from out in the hall, and you could hear almost every word!’ I laughed with her. ‘They must’ve gotten back, seen you weren’t there and...’ She giggled. Her cheeks were flushed. ‘It was kind of a turn on to listen to them. I’m sorry about earlier...’ I picked up the signals from her. Listening to Sharon had affected her. ‘And if they’re in there...’

‘Lucy.. are you sure?’ I was not in the mood for this, unfortunately.

‘Do you wanna see if we can outdo them?’

I almost said -what about my parents?- but stopped the words before they came out of my mouth. I knew not only would my parents probably stay out there forever, but their room was further down from Lucy and Sharon’s and they didn’t have to pass the door on the way, so they probably wouldn’t hear. Lucy moved to me, moving sensually. She was so damn beautiful and sexy and since I met her it’s like I barely even registered the presence of other girls. It would take one climbing into my bed naked and horny while I slept for me to cheat on her.

So Lucy moved in front of me, still on the bed, and began to do a striptease. God, she is so unbelievably sexy. She stopped, her blouse halfway off, went to the door and hung the do-not-disturb sign outside. The way she looked at me when she turned around, I knew I was helpless to resist. She walked -no; more like swayed- to me. She has the most beautiful eyes, eyes which break your heart everytime she looks at you. Her fingers were slipping the cream buttons of her blouse through the slits. I knew this body like nothing else. I thought about it when I was awake and dreamt about it when I slept. Lightly tanned skin, perfect C cup breasts, smooth stomach, toned legs, lush lips. But what got me most about her were always her eyes. Despite myself I was rock hard.

Her blue silk top slipped from her shoulders onto the floor. She hooked her thumbs into her shorts and slipped them down, shaking her ass. I pulled my shirt over my head. Her shorts came past her ankles along with her panties and now she was leaned against the backboard of the bed. She put a hand between her legs and began to rub herself. I shed my pants and stood at the end of the bed, naked, my cock hard in my hand, stroking slowly as I watched her fingers slip inside her cunt, wet with juices. ‘Mmm, do you want me?’ She asked.

‘God yes.’

‘Do you wanna be inside me?’

‘Oh, fuck yes.’ We usually didn’t talk dirty, but the gleam in her eye made me. ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard.’

‘Yeah?’

‘I’m gonna make you scream.’

She moaned in response and I moved onto the bed. She was watching my cock, her fingers moving quickly over her clit. I was on my knees between her open legs. With my hand I moved my cock, dripping precum, to her cunt. I rubbed the glans along her wet cunt lips, spreading the juices, over her clit. She gave a quick groan. I positioned myself for the initial thrust.

‘Wait.’ I held still and looked at her. ‘A condom,’ she said.

‘I don’t have one.’ A pause. ‘It’ll be okay without one.’ I wasn’t breathing. We never had sex without a condom, even though she was on the pill, she still insisted on it.

‘I don’t know. Should we?’

‘It’ll be okay’ I repeated. ‘You’re on the pill.’

‘Can’t you get one?’

‘Baby, everything is closed.’

‘I’m sorry.’ The way she said that, I knew she meant no sex. I was hoping to tempt her into it still. I moved my penis through the folds of her cunt lips. She closed her eyes and moaned. ‘No!’ She pushed me back. ‘I’m sorry, you know I can’t without a condom.’

‘Fuck.’ I muttered, sitting facing away from her at the end of the bed.

‘I’m sorry.’ she paused. ‘You’re not mad, are you?’

‘I’m not happy.’

‘Because of this? You know I can’t have unprotected sex.’

‘You are on the pill. We’ve been together for two years, only you and me.’

‘Don’t get mad at me about this’

I didn’t want to get in a fight. ‘I’m going to go for a walk. Cool down.’ I was being cold to her. I started to dress.

‘Fine.’ She grabbed her clothes and started to put them on. ‘Don’t have an attitude about this.’

I walked out. My cock was still raging hard. My first thought was to go to the bathroom and finish myself. I went to my room. Hoping neither Mike nor Sharon would be there I went in, though I figured Sharon was still there sleeping. I didn’t turn on the lights but went straight to the bathroom and in. I opened the door to check, the bathroom light spilling out behind me. Looking around the corner I saw her was still there, apparently sleeping. I stood still for a moment and for an eternity which was only a few seconds various thoughts ran through my mind. Wake her up and send her to her room, go in the bathroom and jack off and slip out, ...slip in the bed and fuck her again. The last thought stuck in my mind and I went back into the bathroom. I was at least going to jack off, I thought, and shut the door and pulled out my erection. I began to pull on it, my mind replaying how it felt earlier to fuck my sister, fantasizing. I’d already had sex with her once, I thought. The second time is just a continuation of the first, I was already incestuous. I played it out in my mind. Strip, slip in bed, fuck her, cum quickly and get out before anyone knew the difference. If I’m caught I could claim a case of mistaken identity. To her anyway. I hadn’t decided, but I was already stripping. At any point I could decide not to, I thought. So while I pretended to be neutral, my mind and body was already made up.

I turned the light out and slipped out of the bathroom, naked. I padded to the bed and slipped in under the covers, putting an arm and leg across my sister. She moved, waking groggily. ‘Mmm, hey, where you been?’

‘Shhh’ I whispered, entwining with her. I rubbed her body, her legs, her ass, slipping a hand to her cunt. It was dry, but I began to work my fingers in, moving my cock closer for penetration. She moaned in approval. My cockhead was already slick with precum and I rubbed it on her pussy. I pushed the head in and out, getting deeper and deeper as the juices spread.

‘Oh, fuck.’ She moaned. My cock was now wet up and down and I was able to thrust in and out freely. I was over her, between her legs, pounding down into her hard and fast. Her hands slapped my sides. ‘Fuck!’

I adjusted my legs so I was practically on my haunches, able to thrust stay deep and thrust with short quick strokes. I only wanted to cum and slip away. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’ she groaned. I was getting ready to cum, but she stopped me and pushed me over, moving on top of me. She lowered herself onto me and started to jerk her hips fast and furious. I was thrusting up, only wanting to cum in her pussy again, my eyes closed. My head was swimming as her pussy slid slickly up and down my pole. I felt my orgasm rushing on. The light came on and I opened my eyes in surprise and looked to the door. It was shut. Sharon was turning back from flipping the wall switch. ‘I want you to see... me.’ I looked at Sharon. My eyes were as round as saucers. ‘Oh shit’ she gasped.

We were frozen, my cock hard in my sister’s cunt, as if afraid to move and invite the return of the pleasure. I watched her face, my own blank, trying to read her. Her mind raced with the realization of what was happening. She moved, sending a small jolt of pleasure up our bodies.

Without warning she jumped off, my cock slipping wetly out of her. She covered herself, pulling the sheet off the bed. Hiding her face, she ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. “Fuck,” I muttered. I hoped my shame, embarrassment and surprise at getting caught came across as surprise I was fucking my sister and not my girlfriend. A voice inside my head told me to get dressed and get out of there. I turned to find my clothes then remembered they were in the bathroom. Sharon’s clothes were littered on the floor around the bed.

My mind raced. What to say, what to tell her? A case of mistaken identity. She was supposed to be Lucy. Which would work as long as she didn’t talk to Lucy about this. Why would she? Neither of us would say anything about this, ever, probably not even to each other. ‘I fucking can’t believe this’ I muttered to myself. I felt no better than the basest animal. I gathered her clothes, her underwear, and walked to the door. I knocked. ‘Sharon?’

‘Go away!’ she yelled.

‘Sharon. I’m sorry.’

‘Go away you -what were you, raping me?’

‘Sharon you were supposed to be Lucy!’ Fuck. The walls were paper thin, I remembered. I hope to hell Lucy didn’t hear that. There was quiet in the bathroom. Sharon was considering this. ‘I have your clothes, give me my clothes. Please.’

After a moment the bathroom door opened. Sharon peeked around the door at me, her eyes red. I was standing naked holding her clothes. She reached around, my clothes bundled in her arm and dropped them. I handed her clothes to her. I even saw her eyes steal an impossibly quick glance down at my package, which was half deflated by the way. She shut the door and I picked up my clothes and dressed quickly.

I left the room and went to the hotel bar, but it was closed. My mind still held to that image of Sharon naked, turning back to me from the wall, my cock deep in her pussy as I fucked her. Her body with more curves than Lucy’s, wider hips, larger breasts. If Lucy had the body of a runway model, Sharon was a swimsuit model. I walked out toward the beach, avoiding where Michael and my parents had been sitting. I wanted to be alone, and at least give Sharon time to get back to her room. Fuck, I hoped Lucy hadn’t heard what I said. So I sat there and wondered how this would play out, if I would come out clean -well, respectively of course- after all of this blew over. I had a feeling Sharon would buy the mistaken identity argument, if only to preserve the illusion of normalcy.

After some time brooding in the dark and empty hotel lounge I decided it was time to go to bed, there was nothing I could do but see how things play out. When I got to the room, Michael was already in bed, sleeping. I changed, crawled into my bed and slept.

The next day we were supposed to be going down to Miami Beach. As we got dressed and ready, Michael was oblivious and clueless as to what had happened the night before. He spent most of the morning telling me about some band he’d just found out about.




My Sister Sharon



We all met in the lobby and headed out. I was nervous, but Sharon was acting the same as always. I even started to wonder if it had been a bad dream. We went to some mall, and after some time, I was able to be alone enough with Sharon to bring it up. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t blaming me. ‘Sharon, about last night.’

She looked at me hard. ‘I can’t believe you..’

“Stop acting like this was my fault.’

‘What?’ She was pissed.

‘Come on,’ I said. ‘To be fair, you were in my bed.’ She watched me. ‘How was I supposed to know?’

‘I think that would be something you’d check.’ Her eyes were cold. It crossed my mind she didn’t know if it was me or not the first time. I wondered if she guessed.

‘Or something you’d check. Hey, someone’s climbing into bed with me, who is it?’ Her eyes flashed angrily so I countered before she could blow up. ‘All I’m saying is it’s not just me who made a bad assumption.’

Sharon just walked off. Inside, I still felt guilty, but the case I’d presented was rock solid -- mistaken identity and nothing more.

The rest of the vacation went off pretty normal. Nothing else was said about it. A little incest to be quietly tucked under the rug, pretend it never happened. But things have a way of resurfacing...



My Sister Spanked My Bottom 1984



Note to the reader: This is part of a series of spanking stories I've wanted to write for years in reference to my favorite novel, 1984. I read 1984 in college and fell in love with the novel from the start. There is something wonderful and sick and twisted about the world George Orwell painted in this work. I admit you have to be pretty sick and twisted to fantasize about wanting to live in that Big Brother world of 1984 as I have. I felt a thrill when I stumbled upon the novel's scene describing the booklet Spanking Stories. It appears in part two chapter three and Julia tells Winston about her job in, "Pornosec, the sub-section of the Fiction Department which turned out cheap pornography for distribution among the proles...There she had remained for a year, helping to produce booklets in sealed packets with titles like Spanking Stories or One Night in a Girl's School, to be bought furtively by proletarian youths who were under the impression that they were buying something illegal." 

Winston asked Julia what the booklets were like. Julia said, "'Oh, ghastly rubbish. They're boring, really. They only have six plots, but they swap them round a bit."  

Julia and Winston have a love affair and things inevitably go to hell for them, but I still fantasized about being Julia (hence my favorite pen name Julie) in 1984. I fantasized that if I lived in the 1984 world I would dress and undress in front of the telescreen (where the Thought Police monitor your every action) and would seduce political party members. Like Julia I would also work for Pornosec. I fantasized in detail about the cheap dirty stories I would have written for Spanking Stories. Before I could never anonymously write these stories, but now with thanks to literotica.com, I can. These stories I write will be "ghastly rubbish" complete with bad spelling and typos as they should be for a cheap booklet of spanking stories. It won't be hard for me to write ghastly as I am a lousy writer, and while I feel lousy about how I write I feel good about writing this story. This is a story I want to write, and I've written stories (such as My Blonde Step Mom Spanked Me) in the past just to make other people happy, and some of the stories that I've vomited out onto the computer screen and that were published online disgust me but this new series of stories will be different.  

These stories will be published separately with 1984 in the titles. This story is the second story in the series, but, don't worry, you do not have to read the stories in any particular order and it will probably take me some time to write them all. The stories are all separate works in and of themselves...For those of you who haven't read 1984, don't worry it is not required reading for these stories but shame on you for not reading this book, and you should be spanked over your lover's knee for not reading 1984... 

"Spanking Stories"

Joe lived in the Proletarian quarters and worked at a factory producing bomb fuses. He was a greasy faced youth of 19 who lived in his parents flat in a quarter six miles north of the Ministry of Truth. One Friday evening after work Joe felt restless and wandered into a newsstand next to the Lemon Tree Cafe. An old gentleman, with the name Charrington on his name tag, stood in the newsstand and smiled genially at Joe who fingered some of the magazine titles. They were mostly chess magazines such as Chess Theory in Relation to INGSOC Today, and Youth League Chess. There were a few party publications in relation to Big Brother and Newspeek magazines but Joe wasn't looking for anything like this. He wanted a "blue" booklet. A blue booklet was an illegal work called blue by the proles because of the blue plastic the booklets were wrapped in. Joe heard a rumor at work that being caught purchasing or possessing a blue booklet was punishable by 5 years in a forced labor camp. However, Joe was a desperate lonely youth who wanted to read something that would excite him after a week of drudgery in the factory. 

The old man Charrington walked over next to Joe and coughed. Charrington smiled and asked, "Is there something I can help you find young man?" Last April Joe bought a blue booklet titled One Night in a Girl's School at this newsstand from a bumbling youth behind this newsstand's counter. Joe looked at the old man with his eyeglasses and gray hair and felt safe that the old man was not be a member of the Spies or The Thought Police. "Well," Joe stammered, "I was, ah, ah wondering if you may uh, have any, oh, blue booklets." 

Charrington smiled and said, "I know how important it is to have the freedom to look at such periodicals without being embarrassed about purchasing them. Come with me." Charrington led Joe to the back of the newsstand next to the cash register and opened an old shabby black briefcase. "These were smuggled into London last night. Prime reading!" Charrington winked. Joe looked inside the briefcase and inside were two dozen copies of a blue booklet: Spanking Stories. Joe could only read the title as the rest of the magazine was covered in the plastic. "How much?" Joe asked. 

Charrington whistled and said, "Two Ten Bob Notes."

Joe knew he was getting ripped off but he felt desperate. He paid Charrington and tucked the booklet into his jacket pocket. Joe strode down a sidewalk terrified of being stopped by a police patrol and being searched. As he hustled through he passed several posters of Big Brother, which were typically enlarged photos of a man's head who's eyes were large and round and seemed to be looking at you from whatever angle you looked at the poster. Fortunately, no patrols stopped him and he soon walked into his parent's house, which, by good fortune, was empty. Joe ran down the hallway, into his bedroom, and removed the booklet from his jacket. He locked his bedroom door, unbuttoned his pants and sat on his bed. He tore open the stubborn plastic wrapping and looked at the cover. Under the title Spanking Stories, was a cheap black and white photo cover of a large 30-year-old-blonde woman dressed in a house dress holding a wooden hairbrush handle in her right palm while glaring at a slim sexy 20-year-old-blonde woman in a short skirt who held the palms of her hands on the seat of her apple-shaped butt. Joe guessed that the picture implied that the 30 year old had just spanked the 20 year old and he felt aroused thinking of this scenario.

Joe opened the booklet and fanned through the stiff pages to see if there were any more photographs or drawings. There were none and he felt a tingle of disappointment by the booklet's cheap binding. Inside the front cover of the booklet was a brief enigmatic sentence: "Published by Emmanuel Goldstein Productions. Copyright 1983." Joe shut the booklet and reopened it to a page at random and chanced on a story entitled: I Spanked My Son's Bottom by Anonymous. Joe stroked his cock in his underwear until finished the story and felt aroused. While he was not attracted to his own Mom he found the fantasy degrading and wonderful at the same time. He pictured Emma the Mommy as the girl on the booklet's cover. Joe took down his pants and underwear and lay across his pillow. He stroked his cock in and out of a fold in the pillow case and thrust his hips until he had a orgasm. Afterward he took a nap and awoke at 23:00 hours. He picked up the Spanking Stories booklet and paged to the next story called My Mom Spanked My Bottom. Joe read the story and felt a little ripped off. Had the author just swapped the plot around from I Spanked My Son's Bottom to give the son's side of the story? On the other hand, he felt turned on reading the son's point of view and read the story again picturing himself as the son, and he pictured his neighbor, Mrs. Parsons, as his Mother. He felt another erection and laid himself face down on his bed. He smacked his bare bottom a few times while masturbating and soon experienced a mind-cleansing orgasm. Joe hid the Spanking Stories booklet in a safe place where his parents would not find it. The next day after Joe returned home from work he fished the booklet out of its hiding place and turned to a page at random toward the back. He was surprised to see that there letters written to an editor. He began to read a letter to the editor titled "My Sister Spanked My Bottom."  

"My Sister Spanked My Bottom." 

Dear Editor, 

I am writing to your publication for advice on something that happened to me which I found most unfair and humiliating. I am an 18-year-old living in my parents' house along with my older sister, Ayn. Ayn is 25 and 5'10", 185 pounds, with shoulder-length blonde curly hair. She is a bossy sister who dresses provocatively in short skirts and sleeveless blouses. Last weekend our parents were out of town and they put Ayn in charge of me. I don't think it is right for a grown man to be under the care of his older sister! Momma put a 22:00 curfew in effect, but I didn't worry about the curfew as Ayn said she was going out dancing with her friends and wouldn't return until late. I enjoyed the clear spring evening with my friends at an outdoor INGSOC lecture and returned home around 23:00. I was stunned to find my sister waiting for me with her arms crossed in the entryway of our split-level house. 

Ayn frowned at me and said, "George, where have you been?"

"Out at an INGSOC lecture," I said.

"Your are lying to me! I bet you were out with some slut of a prole!" Ayn spoke in a shrill voice.

I felt the outrage of a person accused of a lie who is telling the truth. I said, "I'm not lying!"

Ayn waved a finger at me and said, "Liar! And to top it off you are back after curfew! Momma told me to spank you if you violate curfew!"

I felt a pain in my stomach and said, "S-s-s-spank me? But I did nothing wrong! I don't believe Momma said that for a second! I haven't been spanked in ten years!"

Ayn scowled and put her face and inch from mine. Her perfume smelled sweet and her breath smelled of cinnamon. It was a sharp contrast between how she smelled and how she glared. "I am going to spank your bare bottom, little man! You are a shrimp and are going to pay for the nasty attitude you've shown me for years." It's true that I'm a little man as I stand 5'2" 120 pounds. I am tiny compared to my sister. She continued in a devilish whisper, "I've waited for Momma to give me authority over you and now I have it!" At this she grabbed my right wrist and dragged me to the kitchen. She fished a spatula out of a kitchen drawer with her free hand and held onto me with the other. She slapped the plastic spatula on the wooden counter and turned her full attention to me. She stared down at me right in the eyes and said, "Young man, you are going to get the spanking of your life." She reached down to the crotch of my jeans toward the zipper, and I tried to stop her but her hands were too strong and she overpowered me. She jerked my jeans down to my knees and, while I stood before her, she reached her long red fingernails into my underwear and tugged them down to the tops of my thighs. 

Dear editor, I can't tell you how humiliated I was to stand in this position with my cock hanging flaccid in front of my sister. She looked down at my small recoiled penis and laughed. It was mortifying. She took hold of my wrists and led me to a chair. It was hard for me to follow her with my jeans around my knees and my underwear around my thighs. She sat down in a chair and, oh, how easily she placed me over her lap. She was in one of her favorite white sleeveless blouses that showed off how thick and powerful her biceps are. She bent me over her lap and thighs, which were barely covered in her short black skirt. I ended up face down across her lap, and I stared face down at the green kitchen tiles. My penis was pressed against a fold of smooth fabric in her skirt, and I felt hopeless and humiliated exposed in this position. Ayn lectured me, "You rotten little boy. I can't tell you what a naughty thing you are having to have your bare bottom spanked by your own sister! This is going to hurt you more than it will hurt me." With that I felt her right palm SMACK against my bare bottom. I reached back with my hands to try to cover my bottom, but Ayn grasped both of my puny wrists with her left hand and pinned my wrists to the small of my back and she commenced spanking me. She fired off a rapid series of sharp stinging spanks against the lower half of my bare bottom. I tried to wiggle about her lap to duck the spanks but it was pointless as she had me pinned against her warm smooth lap. She stopped spanking me for a moment and began to reach across the kitchen counter while keeping me pinned down. 

My mind raced to figure out what she was doing and then I remembered: the spatula! Ayn rubbed the cold plastic of the spatula against my burning bottom. Ayn said to me, "George, tell me the truth about my yellow panties disappearing from my dresser last month. You stole them, didn't you?" 

I had stole them, wore them (mind you very loosely around my waist as they were way too big for me) and I rubbed my penis against the satin fabric until I came on my sister's panties. Then, out of guilt and horror, I tucked them into bag and dumped them in a rubbish heap on the street. While I laid across my sister's lap, the memory of stealing her panties made me ashamed and aroused. I felt my penis getting hard against my sister's thighs. My erect penis was now throbbing, but I lied and said, "I don't know what you are talking about, Ayn!"

Ayn said, "You are lying to me again!" With this she set forth a violent series of spanks that caused me to grind my groin about her lap in effort to move my body away from her blows. I felt a dizzy shameful sensation of an approaching orgasm and my penis kept rubbing against the smooth fabric of her skirt. Horribly, and against my will, my penis shot off a load of sperm on her skirt, and the semen leaked onto her naked thighs and down her legs. Ayn shouted, "You evil little monster! How could you cum on your own sister?" At this she picked me up by the wrists and tossed me off her lap and onto the floor. She charged out of the room and into her bedroom to change clothes.

I am still humiliated and ashamed from what happened. When my parents returned home I asked my Momma if she gave Ayn permission to spank me. Momma gave me a funny look and said, "Why no, what on earth are you talking about? Did Ayn spank you?"

I lied and said no. Momma shook her head, laughed a belly-rolling laugh, and strode away from me. 

So ask you, Editor, do you think this is a most unfair treatment from my sister? I don't think it is right for one sibling to spank another. What do you think?

Sincerely,

George (last name withheld)

Editor's response:

Dear George, 

Maybe next time you should think twice before stealing your sister's panties. Still, Spanking Stories does not advocate siblings spanking one another. However, readers of this publication are encouraged to write us with their opinions.

-Editor

THE END

Joe finished reading the letter to the editor and felt a little aroused. He didn't have a sister, but the actions of the story made him curious. He didn't feel quite like masturbating, so he paged to another part of the booklet.



My Sister Stacy and I



My sister Stacy (18) and I, Mike (19) have always been close. We are just 13 months apart in age. We really have not argued very much in our lives. We have talked about everything, including things we like to do, plus boyfriends, girlfriends, and even sex topics. We have been like two best friends throughout our lives, starting in our younger years. We even have a lot of times where we snuggle up next to each other when we talk. For example in the mornings she will come into my room, or I will go into her room, and climb in bed with each other, snuggle up, and talk. 

One day I was sitting in my room, on the computer on a webcam site. I woke up early, and figured Stacy was still sleeping. I had already heard Mom and Dad leave for work around 5 am so I knew I had the place to myself. I had on boxer shorts with no shirt. My webcam was on, and I also was watching and talking to a room full of people on webcam. Stacy completely surprised me when she opened my door and walked in on me. I was surprised because she always sleeps until around 9 am. 

I had several cams open of people that were naked on cam, or mostly naked. So when she surprised me, it was too late to close out the room quick enough to keep her from seeing what I was doing. I was sitting there with a boner under my boxers, watching and talking to other people on cam.

Stacy said "Well, what is Mikey doing this morning? Did he wake up feeling horny?"

I laughed and said "Yea, I guess so. These cams are kind of fun to watch." Then I said "What are you doing up? You're never up this early."

She ignored my question, and said "So you figured you could watch some naked people on cam all by yourself, while no one was around, and your sister was sleeping."

I was smiling. With anyone else, I would have been extremely embarrassed. But, Stacy and I were so close, and had talked about everything, I just figured "I'm caught. No sense being embarrassed."

I answered her with "I guess so."

Then she said "Do you do this often when I am not around?"

I said "Well, I found the site about a year ago. And, I like to get on it every now and then, yes."

"Hmmmm," Stacy said. 

Stacy was looking over my shoulder watching the screen by now. Stacy did not know that I was on cam too, and that everyone in the room were seeing both of us on cam now. Stacy had on a short loose fitting top that draped off of her right shoulder. She had on red thong panties. If she wasn't my best friend, and my sister, I would have looked at her as someone that looked very hot. Don't get me wrong, I knew she was good looking. I guess it was more of a respect thing for me. I respected her personality and at the same time, I respected that she was a good looking sister. 

I had about 8 cams open on the computer screen of various people in the room - 4 women, 3 guys., and a guy and girl playing with each other. Stacy was looking at each of the cams. She said "Gosh, this is kind of hot." Then she paused for a second and said "You are watching naked guys too? I didn't think you were like that. How come you are watching naked guys?"

I said "I like seeing anyone naked - girls, couples, and even some guys. If the guys are thin or in shape, and also shaved, I think they look hot too. I am not gay, I just appreciate seeing naked people, ok?"

She then said "So, you like seeing a naked shaved cock?" 

I said "Yes, I do."

Our short conversation was broken when someone in the room asked "Who is the girl?"

Stacy turned to look at me and said "Are you on cam? I mean, are we on cam?"

I said "Yea, I forgot to tell you that."

"Mike! I am half dressed."

I said "Well, so am I."

I typed my answer back to the room saying "That is my wonderful sister, Stacy. We are very close, like best buddies."

Then someone asked "We want to see her tits.. Stacy, show us your tits."

Stacy looked back at me in surprise. She said to me "I'm not going to do that, especially in front of my brother." 

"Want me to leave the room for a moment?" I said with a smile. Then I paused for a second and said "Actually, you know what? It doesn't matter. I have seen your tits many times."

Stacy and I are so close that if I walk in her room and she is putting on makeup, or getting dressed, she doesn't bother to cover up. We are that comfortable with each other. I have even come into her room when she was in bed and had nothing on but panties. We have even snuggled when she had no top on.

We had a very unique relationship in that way. 

Stacy looked back at the screen and several people were now urging her to show her tits. To my surprise, she lifted up her shirt and gave them a view of her tits for a good 5 seconds, or so. I was sitting at my chair laughing. Then she looked back at me and smiled.

Then someone in the room said, "Mike, show us your cock. Slide down those shorts in front of your sister."

Stacy looked at me and said "Come on. I flashed my tis to them already. Now it's your turn."

I was hard from watching the cams, and also from seeing Stacy flash the room. Stacy has never seen my cock hard. She has felt it hard while laying up against her and talking about sex. She has even teased me about it, but, she has never actually seen me naked and hard. I was getting turned on with all of this, and I actually found myself wanting her to see me hard. The thought of her seeing me like this was turning me on. I slid down my shorts to my knees for the room. Stacy had moved to my right side and was now staring at my cock. Then she said "Nice. I have never seen it hard. I like it. Very nice."

Then someone in the room said "Stacy, strip off his shorts."

Stacy didn't even hesitate. She immediately got in front of me, and took them completely off. I reached out to try to take them back from her but she quickly moved her hand away from my reach. Then she looked at me and said "This is kind of fun. Let's go with it. You don't need these, anyway." Then she threw them over onto my bed.

The room then said, "Stacy take your top completely off."

By now, I really think Stacy was getting turned on. She didn't hesitate, she pulled her top off and threw it toward my bed. 

The room said "Stacy, wrap your tits around your brother's cock and stroke it with your tits."

She looked at me like she was not sure, but also like she was waiting for approval. I shrugged my shoulders as if to say "It is up to you." Then I said "You're the one that said let's go with this."

She knelt in front of me, and pushed her chest against my cock. I moved my chair slightly so that the room had a better view of what she was doing. Then Stacy put my cock between her tits, pushed her tits together with her hands, and started moving her chest up and down my cock . Some people call it tit fucking. It felt really good. She looked up at me and smiled while she did it. She looked like she was totally enjoying it. Then she stopped for a moment, moved up to my ear and whispered "I love you so much. I have been wanting to play with you for a year or so, but I did not want to ruin our relationship. I will stop all of this if you want, or if you think this is not good for us."

I said "I love you, too. Keep going. I don't mind this at all."

The room then said "Stacy, suck your brother's cock for us."

She didn't even hesitate. She slid her body down, grabbed my cock in her hands, looked up into my eyes and said "I am going to love doing this for you." Then she took my cock into her mouth, and slowly start sucking me. She had bent my cock back toward her, and tried to never take her eyes off of me. The looks she was giving me were so sexy.

"Oh, my gosh, your mouth feels awesome. I love this," I said. Then I continued with "You can do this anytime you want to, babe. I don't mind a bit. Mmmmmmm."

Stacy pulled my cock out of her mouth and said "Mmmmm, so I can do this anytime I want?" Then she hesitated as I smiled at her. She continued with "Does Mikey like his cock sucked by his little sister? You like your cock inside my hot little mouth? What else would Mikey like?" 

Her words were really turning me on. I loved everything she said to me. I then said "Massage my balls with your hand while you suck me," I said.

Stacy cupped her hand around my balls and started massaging them with one of her hands, as she used her other hand to stroke the lower part of my cock, while she sucked me. 

After about 3-4 minutes of this, I moaned and said "Gosh, Stacy, you are gonna have to stop. I am about to cum."

Stacy said "Mmmm, I can't wait to see that."

I then looked back at the computer screen and 2 guys were cumming on cam. I guess our little show was too much for them. Other people in the room were rooting us on, wanting to see how far they could get us to go. One of them said "Switch places with your sister. Let her sit, and you get between her legs, and lick her pussy for us."

Stacy didn't even ask me, she just reached out to help me up from the chair, and then sat down in my place. She said "Slide my panties off of me and get busy. I need your tongue in my pussy."

Again, Stacy and I had talked about all kinds of things in the past. We were best friends, so we had even talked about sex, sexual fantasies, etc. During some of those discussions I would get hard, and she would tease me. We have snuggled many times with her topless. I had even rubbed on her tits and played with them, while snuggling her. But, we just figured it was just "all in fun". We had never touched each other with the intent to try to turn each other on. So, everything that was going on was new to me. From our talks, I kind of figured that she might say things like she was saying in a sexual moment with someone else. I just never thought I would hear her say stuff like that to me.

I immediately slid down her panties, and off of her feet. She was now totally naked in the chair. I lifted her legs up in the air and spread them wide. I leaned forward and looked at her sweet, shaved pussy as if it was a treasure for me. Then I looked up at her, smiled, and said "Just like you said, I am going to love every minute of this." Then I started licking her. 

I would lick her for awhile, pause, look up at her to see her expression, then go back to licking. I ended up giving her 3 totoal orgasms. She would orgasm, then I would let her rest a minute, allowing her to enjoy all the feelings of the orgasm. Then I would slowly go back to playing with her, and licking on her again until she had the next orgasm. She was very wet as my tongue slid all over her pussy during the process. I loved how it felt, how sticky and slick her pussy was, and how it tasted on my tongue. It was a joy to eat her and help her orgasm. I loved watching her body tense up, cum, and shake. It was so much fun that I knew right then that I was going to become more or less addicted to doing this to her.

After the third orgasm, she grabbed my head to push me away, and said "That's enough. Whew! Let me rest a minute, and then I will play with you until you cum. I want to see your cum squirt out of your cock."

I snuggled up to her, and let her rest a moment. When she was ready, she started getting up and said "Sit down in the chair. I hope you don't mind, but I want to straddle you, have you suck my tits, and I want you to fuck me." Then it was like she lost control. Her hands were shaking and she said "I want to fuuuccckkk you soooo bad. I need your cock in my pussy. I want to feel 'totally one' with you."

Licking her pussy had kept me hard the whole time. Then as she made her comments to me, I too, wanted to fuck her as bad as she wanted me. She straddled me in the chair, reached down and grabbed my cock and helped ease it into her pussy. It slowly slid all the way in as she pressed her body down on my cock. The entire time it was going all the way in, she was saying "Mmmmmmmmmmm," as I could tell she loved how it felt going inside of her. 

Then she stayed still a moment with a look of lust on her face and her eyes closed. It was like she was trying to enjoy the feeling of it being all the way in her. After holding that for a long moment, she

opened her eyes, and slowly started rocking on my cock. She would lift up her body some, which let the cock slide almost out, then she would slowly push back down, causing my cock to slowly slide all the way in. Sometimes, she would alternate with pulling up her body slowly, then slamming her body down hard causing my cock to slam inside of her. She would also wiggle slowly, doing little circles with her hips. I could tell she was experimenting and doing everything she could to feel my cock in her as much as possible. The sensations on me were incredible. 

I was trying to hold off as long as I could, but all of this was just getting too much for me. She was learning all about my body, as she played. When she thought I was going to cum, she would stop moving and hold very still. She would sit there a moment to let me calm down. Then she would start moving again slowly. She was savoring it, wanting it to last. Then finally, she leaned forward and held my face with both of her hands and said "It's okay. You can cum in me now. But, after the first couple of squirts I am going to quickly pull off of you so I can watch it cum all over your belly. I want to see it squirt out, okay?"

I could barely get out the word "Okay." I was breathing hard and shaking with excitement. She kept slowly moving her hips around on my cock, doing circles on it, then moving forward and backwards. 

I would call it riding my cock, and it felt awesome. My body started to stiffen up and she prepared herself to pull off of me. I exploded cum into her pussy, and she quickly pulled off of me like she said she would. She watched as the rest of it shot up onto my belly and chest. She had a big smile on her face as if she was a little girl seeing a wonderful, fun, surprise. 

She moved her face down to where it was about a foot from my cock as she continued to watch the cum work its way out of me. She even took her hand, with open palm and rubbed on my cock, up and down, rubbing on it. When it looked like I was done cumming, she took her hands and squeezed my cock towards the tip as if she was trying to get a little more cum out, which it did. Then she looked up at me and said "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I could enjoy watching that every day." She then said "Let's say 'Bye' to the webcam room, and go lay down on my bed and snuggle, okay?'

After closing out the webcam room, Stacy grabbed my hand and led me into her bedroom. We both laid down on her bed, naked, and snuggled. She said "I am okay with everything that happened. Are you?"

"Yes," I said. "I loved it all."

She said "I have always loved you. You are my best friend in the whole world. I don't mind if this becomes a part of our relationship. In fact, I would love it. I just don't want it to hurt our friendship at all. I have no idea where this will go in our future. I don't want it to hurt any interest we might have with dating others we meet. I guess what I am saying is I know we are brother and sister and cannot do this forever. Can't we just be best buddies that also have little benefits like this? Do you think we could do that without ever hurting our current relationship?"

I had been listening closely to everything she was saying. I then said "I think we can, as long as we constantly talk and be honest with each other. I'm like you, in that I don't want it to hurt what we have had up until today. Let's just talk after each time we do this, and also be open about our interests in others. We can call this our intimate fun time, or our play time together."

She said "Yea, I agree. But, I might want to try all kinds of stuff with you for awhile, just to experiment. I have had a lot of sexy ideas in my head for a long time. Is that okay with you?"

"I would love to see your sexy little mind in operation. I want to see what it comes up with. That would be so cool. So, yea, it's fine with me." I said.

She then said "Okay, first rule for the next week. Every time I come into your room, or you come into my room, when we do our snuggling in bed, we have to be naked, okay?"

"Sounds good to me," I said.

Then she said "One last thing I love coming up with sex ideas, would you let me kind of, be in charge?"

"Yes," I said. "I actually love the idea of a female being in charge, and coming up with stuff. It is a huge turn on to me."

"Hmmmm," she said, "We will just have to see how much you let me be in charge, and what you will do for me."

I loved everything she was saying. I then said "That sounded like a horny comment."

She said "You will wear one of my lacy thongs all day today. When you leave the house you will wear it under your jeans. While you have it on, it will remind you of me all day. I will come up with more horny ideas later."

Stuff like that is a huge turn on to me. I love being told what to do sexually. So, I was looking forward to what all that she had in her sexy little mind.

She reached down to feel my cock and noticed it was very hard. She smiled and said "You are going to be fun to play with."



My Sister Swallows



My sister swallows. She brings home boyfriends, strangers, and a few of her friends' beloveds, giving them all what others won't. She kneels at the foot of her bed and takes them, swallowing what they give before sending them on their way, back to whatever lives they have. When they've gone, she lies back against the bed and claws out her pleasure with their taste no doubt still on her lips.

I, in turn, take mine, lurking outside her door, looking through an aged keyhole, feeling none of the shame and guilt I no doubt should. After all, what normal person watches their little sister suck and swallow for a string of strange men, or perhaps more accurately a string of strange cocks, and frigs herself in the hallway instead of having a nice long talk with the poor misguided creature about the nature of sexually transmitted infections and not being a gigantic cumslut? Still, with my hand pressed into my panties, my throat tight, I cum time and time again dreaming of things best left unsaid. College life didn't bring me the lusty aggression it brought my freshman sibling, but it certainly brought me the lust, so I take my pleasures where I can get them.

Today, she seems to have found a rough one. She kisses him briefly, but he forces her to her knees with little ceremony. My breath catches in my throat - these were my favorites. The ones that knew what they'd come for and didn't want it dressed up in flowery wrapping paper. Judging by the look on her face, the look she was carefully but imperfectly concealing, she didn't mind them, either. 

Once he has her down and looking up at him with the big saucery eyes I've seen her practicing in the mirror, applying and removing makeup until the effect is perfect, he strips completely. A black shirt seems to disappear from his chest in a flash, dropped onto her unceremoniously. She picks it off her rather delicately and tosses it aside as he steps out of his pants, revealing a hardened physique which is as pleasant as it is irrelevant to all of this. She's still clothed, the powder blue top and pleated black skirt she wears to seem innocent but which I assure you makes her look more like a fashion disaster than a creature of moral fiber. Still, what do boys know about fashion? They're just glad that they get a glimpse up her skirt when the Seattle winds catch it. Of course, they never get more than that glimpse - she doesn't bring them back to our shared dwelling for that. I always wonder (hope?) if she'll get cum on it, but she almost never does. Clearly she's had more practice at holding it in than the rest of us...

Her eyes still showing an utterly false image of trepidation and curiosity, she leans forward and catches the tip of his cock, beginning to give up his taste, with the very tip her tongue, a gentle and coquettish touch which nonetheless has an impact on him. When his eyes close, she giggles and pulls away, still playing coy. He smiles down on her, enjoying the corruption of this innocent little thing, and she rewards him with a more confident lick from the bottom of his hanging balls all the way up again to the tip of his impressive prick, the flat of her tongue making his ass tense and his nostrils flair briefly. When she gets where she's going, she looks up at him once again, letting him rest on his tongue, the edges of her mouth slightly upturned in an approximation of a smile.

At this moment he begins to realize that he's been had, his unsullied virgin bearing intensely into his eyes, daring him test her. He smirks down and her, clearly bemused at her little game, and pulls her head onto him, his not-insubstantial member pushing in at an even but ungentle pace as she closes her lips around him, giving up the mind games. My throat contracts a bit as I imagine the feel of him at the back of hers. I resist the urge to pleasure myself. There's still plenty more to this show.

She puts her hands on this thighs, fingers hyper-extended in what seems to be the international symbol for 'please don't fuck my throat,' and he obliges her, pulling her head back off of him until her lips begin to purse around his head, the ruby lipstick shining obscenely as he savors the feeling of pressure on the rim of him. This is a process I understand mostly through watching her. I tried it, once, after the first time I watched, let a close friend have his way with my mouth, but the slow, sensual, talented use of hers is an entirely different thing, indeed, and watching the faces which are almost incidentally attached to her stream of pricks as she plies her talents is an exquisite envy.

When he pulls free it's with a tiny sound of pleasure, seemingly involuntary, and a gentle but audible pop as pressure is released. She smiles evilly up at him again and I start to get wet with the sense of her abilities building. I lick my lips and wish for the fiftieth time that they were put to a very different use. Her expression changes, a hint of the false innocence coming back to taunt him. When she's certain he's noticed, she grips his ass with the nails I'm pretty sure she grows for the purpose and pushes herself forward onto him suddenly, dragging his hand, still tangled in her hair, forward, allowing herself a little squeak of what might be pleasure.

He loses his composure at this, moaning like a girl. Quickly his lost masculinity returns with a vengeance, and he reverts to his animal instincts. He begins to thrust into her mouth, a bit further each time until I hear half-gags at the apex of each insertion become audible even to me. It's this moment where I can't resist and put my hand up my skirt, closing my eyes for a moment when I find my clit through my panties, soaking through them with the image of a creature in that moment as much beast as man fucking my sister's throat like she's little more than an unusually noisy, slippery sex toy.

As the gagging sounds get worse, or perhaps better, I see his balls start to move up towards his body. I briefly regret that I won't get to see them swing forward to slap humiliatingly against her chin, but he's far too long for her to take him anyway. He's still a ways from coming, but it's an inevitability now. He's going to use my beautiful little sister's red lips and willing tongue to get himself off, and when he's done she's going to swallow down what he gives her. All that's still in question is who is in control, and who will be when all is said and done.

Her hands move around to this thighs again, slapping at them with increasing commitment as her body begins to rebel at his treatment of it. This time he doesn't pay attention, though, and her throat opens for him, if not welcomingly at least willingly. Deep down I like these the best, the ones where her mascara starts to run just a little and the beasts she brings to our rental can't help but use all of her to best advantage. I remind myself for the umpteenth time that she could bite if she really wanted to, though the justification hardly matters as my own breath grows short in time with the thrusting creature's.

She doesn't seem to be hating it as much as she once was either, gently playing those nails over his testis, one dipping to stroke the bit just behind. Her gentleness contrasts with his increasing power as he loses control of himself. Her other hand is slapping at his thigh noncommittally, and I can hear her gagging again and again, faster until it's an almost continuous sound, music to my ears. My throat tightens more, almost painfully. I look closer and see her nipples are hard underneath the blouse which she really ought to have worn a bra with. 

I smile wickedly, her smile, and watch as his ass tenses up, the tanned muscles suddenly sharply defined. I can tell he's coming the second it starts because her eyes go wide and she tries to pull off of him. It's a show, I know, but even I'm drawn in as his hand tangles firmly in her hair and he holds her freshly-fucked lips on him. She makes something between a moan and a squeal, genuinely shocked at how much he is giving her, and closes her eyes tight, her face contorting. My eyes glue to her face as her throat contracts. I watch as she alternately gags and swallows, revelling in my favorite part of the show. I'm so close as I watch her struggle, the hint of shame tugging at the back of my mind doing very little to dull the sensation of my mouth and cunt watering sympathetically. I swallow down the saliva and for a moment swear I taste the salty-sweet mixture the pitiful, powerful beauty I'm watching is very nearly drowning in. When I gag watching her do the same, I cum so hard I very nearly cry out. The very moment I crest he forces himself into the back of her throat one last time, leaving her coughing as much to prove he can as to eke out a last stirring of pleasure. It's one of the only genuine reactions he's dragged out of her, though he likely doesn't know it.

I know what comes next. She calls him an asshole and shows him the tears in her eyes, mostly fake. He gets no chance to apologize, though having watched him use my baby sister (the girl whose first course signup I'd explained only months ago, the one whose first sip of hard liquor had been with me to celebrate her first day, the one I was absolutely certain was a virgin princess when she arrived but who clearly wasn't any longer...) the way he did I suspect he isn't the type to. He's thrown out unceremoniously, his cock drained and his usefulness outlived. By the time her door opens for him to make his exit (he'll have to dress in the living room, his wilting cock in view of the neighbors) I'm off my knees and hiding in the bathroom. She, I have no doubt, is where he left her, wiping her mouth and her clit, getting what she really brings them for.

Alexis Darlington has published other erotic short stories on Amazon.